Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 90

Sheila stepped into the room.

She walked over to the bedside, her expression etched with worry as she glanced at Henry. "Jessica, is Henry alright?"

Jessica knew Sheila could read sign language, so she skipped typing on her phone and signed directly.

"It's appendicitis, but he's okay now. The surgery's done."

"How did he get appendicitis all of a sudden?"

Jessica shook her head.

Sheila's face softened with sympathy. "Poor thing, must have been so painful for him."

Sheila pulled up a chair and sat down next to Jessica.

Jessica frowned, her mind drifting.

Timothy had suddenly started doting on her, buying her cake, acting unusually close, and upending one of her long-held suspicions.

loved him so much, she was utterly defenseless against

her heart was

acted like aunt and

had dropped hints about Sheila and

up uninvited,

like a constant reminder of everything Jessica had

to ask Sheila outright—just to get the truth out. But she stopped herself; it

both words and actions, she'd seemed to

Sheila ever admit it? And if word got back to Timothy, it would only make things worse-he

prided herself on being above

only because she was so conflicted inside, desperate to

quickly tamped it down and

however, broke

Henry's out of danger now. You've been up all night-why don't you go home and get

I'm not tired. You, on the other hand, just got off a long flight and haven't adjusted to the time difference. You should

moment, then said, "Actually, Jessica, there's something you should know. Last time Henry had a fever, the nurse who gave him the injection was his classmate's mother. He asked me to pretend to be you-he didn't want his classmates to find out about your situation. It's almost morning, and once the day staff comes in,

finish, but her meaning

Jessica got the message.